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Campus is getting bigger
They are working on it all the time
Acting on the TV
I can see their faces
Red alert, the siren's loud
The drafted are all coming back
This job takes dedication

You could follow logic or contest it all,
The work solution makes the common house a home.
The element of progress that you mention is gone,
It de-evolved to something you were headed toward.
As I lay to die the things I think did I waste my time?
I think I did, I worked for life.

All we want are just pretty little homes,

All the doctor talk
Of all the doctor trouble
All the time payed off but he doesn't have to remember
When the quarter stopped, diving in the car
Doctor, thought you were stubborn

Through the hall, he made it to a room
A lady old and callous

I'm paralysed and things could change for you as well
You're not so bad off now, you can move anything you need
I'm not this way because of an emergency I caused
At seventeen a guard perched above the chlorine floor
When I saw a hand raise up from just beneath the air
A frantic move for help, I made an instant judgment call

Dive, I arched my feet to dive, I broke the elemental line

Birth
In the beginning there was semen,
In a deep mouth of flesh,
And the crest I traveled,
On a wave of virile mess.

Through a tunnel of mucus,
And on toward a vault,

i'd sleep on the white tile lobby floor
and pace until the time to visit starts.
the bright lights are on but i'm away...
how nervous a voice sounds on the phone.
you agree when you check in at the desk .
permission and trust in every move.
i'd be beside you when they're done
but i'll have to wait until i can call.

casual sex ..is it irrational? {yes} i think it's time to find out why and soon i fall asleep, it's nighttime. in a dream there's a dolphin and a soldier, they're walking through the sand and toward a morgue. in an office there's a hostess who has carried our friend and wheeled him into a drawer. she pulls his file, the air is cold. down the aisle we follow her, i'm thinking casual sex - the feeling. casual sex - the soldier's life's the same as mine and he's attracted to a nun. but the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet, a new wave soldier's standing next to a young nun. the nun just has to pace, her gothic skirt over her legs, they're getting warmer toward the insides and their tops. "the inexistence of time" is not a painting, it's life. they're into robes and gloves, goblet glass and crosses. the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet. a new wave soldier is standing next to a young nun. the sound of her voice, and the handle of the robe are getting thinner as the whip begins to speak. the nun just strikes a pose. the soldier's helmet hits the floor. he's walking backward until he's pinned against stained glass.

Was it more than attraction and a physical lust?
Her loins, my imagination, that first inconceivable touch,
That I was planning, er, I mean wishing, uh..
How embarassed I’d been if you knew what I was thinking of.

And whoa, when it started, my first thought was love,
Not just lust, because when I heard you speak, I felt warm.
In the evening I saw you, you were warming the bass up.

Eyewear,
Pocketbook,
Wristwatch,
Sweater-vest,
Argyle,
Turtle-neck,
Briefcase...

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht,
Visciouscounterpoperosionrevolution101.

Drop kick the punks.
We want a change.
Blaspheme the pop.
Call out the freaks.
Pay off the jockeys,

It's a scene from the movie.
It's an aisle at the store.
It's the view of a canyon.
The sound of a sword.

It's an orchard of peaches.
Your wife in the shower.
While you wait for appointments.

write down my nightmares
Stalk my dreams
Undress my future
Decode my enemies

I give hope my money
But waste my time
Give ghosts attention

There's a slice in my neck
It's been there since before I was born
I was breathing like a fish in a womb
In a tank full of fluid

I did nine months
Till the doc, cut me loose
My mother was filled with popcorn

Every time I move I'm in another dimension
Everything I do changes what I want
I see a choice I make explode in thousands of pieces
Every time I choose I become a shard

I could take up science and study cells of the body
Learn to postpone death under the microscope
I'll make my own lab coat and built a house in the forest

Tabloid magazines are made in hell
The falling stars are getting sucked down
We all get seduced easy
We all get
We get seduced

Sell us magazines about the stars
And watch us stare into the void

Feel the vapor pressure drop
As the dark steam pours out the entrance
Real cold world is swirling into a club
That keeps the real life world out

Where every sense seems deathly
Weak from the frozen time you spent in transit
The glass dance world flickers on

Young one's pissed after she did fought more
Necktie?
High ideals but the tongue's never listening
And the message is shit but the world is ice queen

I said play the game, I confess
I just met you, help in the head
You don't know what I think I said

Introverted boy
You are not interesting, boy
You think you're intellectual
But no one's talking to you now

I might be an introvert
To you, a shallow fashionista
Deep as any paper plate

I disappear,
I lost control,
My body's moving,
On it's own.
I watch myself,
Walk away,
A poor spirit,
took my place.

I disappear,

I lost control,

My body's moving,

all on it's own.

I don't mean to sound like I want to fight
But the arguments I cause
Make it sound like I might
I've got to prove my point
I've got to show how your wrong
Does the topic even matter?
Whys my throat getting sore?

you sit outside in the dark and get nicked by the strobe light while we're playing indoors. we play in a bar, we play in a basement. we play in a room where the mix isn't right. the help at the door, the age to get in, the artist is smug, they don't sound like they did. we're ready to move, the crowd is a stare. if you've got things on your mind, shake them off. that's why we have come to collect you bodies from your lovers, and pause all the suffering... at least start pacing. you're not on the list, you paid to get in. your boyfriend is mad, it was something you did. in concert tonight, the bass drum is quick. if you've got things on your mind, shake them off.

Davey thinks he looks just like
the face he makes in mirrors
Only once or twice a month
does the mirror do him justice
Every other time he looks a mess
He expects a lot from it
but then barely notices

The news has got me paranoid
Papers and the news reports
Casualties of every war
The anchor people keeping score
The weapons now are chemicals
In water and in air above
In circulating envelopes
In powder through the postal routes

I've seen you a while now
There's some things about you I should know
I still don't
With all the questions we didn't ask
Our conversations could never last
Our moments alone were scarce and few
It was just easier to hide the truth

I feel a warm resistance
Beneath the outer layer
What once moved living organs
Leaks through a thin veneer
Blue blooded royal body
Elegantly posed to death
Not speaking prince now are you?
Not breathing one more breath

Our eyes are moving
Forward faster than
These tangled chords
I noticed that you want to leave
We've burned out fast
Deciding who could complicate us and
What comes next
So here's my proposition: while our work gets started

Scarlet boots, the kiss of death
Patience and the end of it
Blended angels, whispered love
Countdown til it's gone, for long
Velvet voices, haunting slow
Darkened notes, with bright decor
Georgian femmes are gone for weeks
Southern Belles in London Sing

Understand, I don't care if I meet
And you don't care if we meet
It's just conversation
We're not so compatible
But at least we know and we don't care

Syntax lies
No difference in art and life

hold my hand its shakin' bad
i'm going to the doc
i pay him he'll fix me up
i think ive got enough
ambulance no costs to much
we'll take a van
if they can't fix me no one can
if they can't fix it no one can

Confident with your back to the audience
Tremolo strings begin with your gesturing wrist
Start the orchestra slow with an elegant aire
Then a circular sweep crescendoing swell
Leo Slatkin, Dohnanyi, previne, depaur

Your arms are calling out
They wave like a swarm of sound

Eyeballs float in wet green grass
I got a chainsaw motor that's filled with rain
But when it sings like Bach eyes all bulging
When the pink sun drops the eyelids fold

While I'm in deep REM sleep or twilight zones
I take a freight elevator and press fast forward
I get to grind these teeth and peek through time

(I drive a taxi, I paint fingernails, I am an artist, I sew dresses, I am a teacher)

Sharp dressed servers where the upscale dine
A safe dial turned by a glove in the crimes of night
A nurse in an ambulance rides
He "don't deserve it", the patient is right

Career

I took two steps out of the door
And I got two steps away and then I turned
The screen was calling I could not resist

You could find a bead of light
You can cause the outside window to dull
Pause until the evening turns
And it's a.m. routine job or the pills

I checked in a room today
Up above the downtown market bricks
Right now a boy gets old
A boy gets bitter
A boy learns not to trust
Someone inside his room
The door locks tight
You keep the door locked

I see you work at night, and are you sexually amused?
What's it like to have a room of guys encircling you?
How she moves and how she walks.
They all patiently await, while the heat from in their pockets could burn Marks into their legs.
Without your needs and your support she'd have a job the same as ours - nothing daring.
Would she miss a job that sex- that sexual?

In every city there are dozens of these clubs where men can go.

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

Your lows were low. I was familiar,
Bulgarian choirs in your head,
The clouds were black, but not forever.
You'll wake up better, like I said.

Remember how it was when we first met? —

ecovering slowly, a torso fell
from a beat up truck by a rural motel.
the manager seen how the truck bed bounced
while dust flew up with a rolling sound.

voices appear from the staff outside
in bulbous text in a western style
his mannequin neck spun to turn his face